She watched for a while, and when he didn't come back, she flew upon the back of a chair that stood near the door, and put her head under her wing.
I went back to my bed, for I knew they would do no harm.

Early in the morning, when I was walking around the house, I heard a great shouting and laughing from Mr.Maxwell's room.

He and Mr.Harry had just discovered the hen and the rabbit; and Mr.Harry was calling his mother to come and look at them.

The rabbit had slept on the foot of the bed.
Mr.Harry was chaffing Mr.Maxwell very much, and was telling him that any one who entertained him was in for a traveling menagerie.

They had a great deal of fun over it, and Mr.Maxwell said that he had had that pretty, white hen as a pet for a long time in Boston.